Warhammer Throne

PS: When you saw the update of this chapter, I was undergoing root canal surgery in the hospital because of acute pulpitis. It was too painful. The pain was so painful that I rolled on the bed at night and I couldn’t sleep. o(╥﹏╥) o.

When Alfred's army arrived in Brunswick, it was already a little late.

More than 20,000 church troops are gathering in the capital. Among them are many religious troops, provincial troops and privately sponsored troops by the electors. For example, Lady Emmanuel of the South generously guarded her Black Stone. Twenty great swordsmen were assigned to participate in this holy war.

As a rising star in the church, Alfred is not too close to the capital of the empire. He arrived late, everyone can understand. In addition, Patriarch Alfred is the childhood playmate and best friend of Knight King Lane ( Of course, there have been rumors that they are good brothers with negative distance), and everyone in the church has shown respect for him, or at least no cynicism.

However, Alfred's face was not very good, and he smiled reluctantly in the face of everyone's greetings and inquiries. Everyone was speculating whether the patriarch had offended the knight king and the lake **** witch forcibly set off.

"It's been a long time since the Patriarch Alfred Damian Wien of the Diocese of West Bretania." One of the two great chanters, Braunschweig’s great chanter, Karl F. Emperor Langz’s religious adviser and representative of theocracy, Esme III took the initiative to greet Alfred. He seemed very enthusiastic: "Like everyone else, I also call you Afu. Welcome back to Braunschweig. In this city belonging to Charlemagne, we have to face new challenges again."

Alfred was not surprised by this. There are many sources saying that Esme III is no longer satisfied with continuing to serve as a great chanter, but wants to become an archbishop, so he is currently trying to win over the possibility of the church. Allies.

The patriarch maintained a basic courtesy to Esme, but he did not appear close: "Hello, Esme III, the God of Justice bless us and everyone."

Normally, the status of the chanter is much higher than that of the regional patriarch. Under Archbishop Vekma, the establishment of the institution of the Church of Justice that has been developed for two thousand years can be described as complicated and bloated.

Under the archbishop, there are two great chanters, three cardinals, twelve cardinals, metropolitan bishops in charge of many specific aspects, and chief bishops stationed in many important cities. Then it is Alfred’s turn. The head of the diocese, then the bishop of the diocese, the priests directly in charge of the cathedrals, and then the ordinary priests, and the lowest level is the monks and nuns.

In addition to these levels, the church has as many as nine sacred ministries dealing with internal affairs; the Faith Department, the Eastern Church Department, the Liturgy and Sacrament Department, the Canonized Saints Department, the Bishops Department, the Evangelical Department, the Priesthood Department, the Religious Department and Ministry of Education.

There are three legal institutions, namely, the religious court, the holy parish and the inquisition, eleven religious committees, and six other affairs agencies. In addition to these, there are three secretariats specifically responsible for assisting the priest in handling affairs.

The difference between Alfred’s patriarch and the bishop is that the former is a military and political grasp, while the latter is only responsible for church affairs and does not hold military power.

Seeing that Alfred hadn't expressed his favor, the chanter secretly scolded the Nord hillbilly, who was short-sighted, but Ah Fu's backstage was too hard, so the chanter had no choice but to turn around and leave.

After the briefing, Alfred quickly met Archbishop Vekmar as he wished. The priest was sitting behind a simple and somewhat decayed oak table in the skeletal chapel of the Cathedral of Justice.

"You are late." Vic immediately criticized Alfred for being a little late, but from the voice of the great priest, Alfred could hear that he was not angry, the Patriarch of West Bretania. With great respect, he stopped and bowed at a place twenty steps away from Vicma, but the great priest stretched out his hand to beckon him to come over. Vicma's momentum was similar to the emerald griffin on his chest and the one behind his head. The ring of golden sun ripples is as aggressive: "Looking at what you look like, you must have encountered some trouble? My patriarch, can you save me worry? Didn't you learn to mature in a few years? Is it peaceful?"

"That's been a matter of many years ago, great priest. Now I have a wife and children. I am here to respond to your call this time for the glory and will of our lord." Alfred pressed against Vic Ma’s cold gaze, perhaps for mortals, the eyes of the great priest carry coldness and the power of judgment, but Alfred often gets along with Ryan, and occasionally comes into contact with Morgiana or even the fairy in the lake. He is used to it: "But on my way here this time, I encountered an unexpected situation. Can you give me a few minutes?"

"My time is very precious, my patriarch." Wickma showed anger on his face, and he reached out and grabbed a large number of scrolls on the table: "Very... precious!"

Alfred remained silent, and the patriarch carefully observed Archbishop Vekmar's expression. He found that the great priest seemed...still not angry, so he kept silent and waited for the other party's instructions.

"So... let's talk about it, it's better to have something of value, otherwise you just get out of me!"

Alfred told Vekema about Woten, and he concealed some content relatively, focusing on the powerful combat effectiveness of the little blacksmith in the smirk village, as well as the twin-tailed comet birthmark on his chest.

"What?! Two-tailed comet?!" Vicma stood up, and the archbishop's face showed an expression of extreme shock. He immediately got up and paced back and forth in the Saint Skeleton Hall: "Impossible, impossible! If it is true If there is a selection of gods or the true gods come to the world, how can there be no oracles issued? Are you sure you are not mistaken, or you have been in a foreign country for too long, causing you to believe in the strange things of the gods in that foreign lake?! "

"If there is no miracle or the reincarnation of the true god, it is impossible for an ordinary human being to have the strength of the sanctuary at only seventeen or eighteen years old!" Alfred quickly stood up and said to the great priest: "Under the crown, it is a twin-tailed comet. The pair of hammers in his hands is almost as dexterous as a pair of daggers. Every movement of his has golden flames, and those flames have two long trails. You must understand what it is? We all Remember the old prophecy. When Charlemagne left the empire to go to the other side of the roof of the world, when the savior took off the crown and announced his abdication for fifty years, there were oracles..."

"When the empire is in distress, they will turn into twin-tailed comets and descend on the mortal world again!" Archbishop Vicma snapped back: "But you know if this Watten is really the reincarnation of Charlemagne, what does that mean? It means that as the founders of the two empires, Watten is born to have the right to claim the throne! This will cause Franz to spend nearly two decades of hard work in vain, the empire’s political situation will be in turmoil, and the foundation is already unstable. The empire that barely shows signs of centralization will quickly split into two parts! Those Franz enemies, especially the big merchants, nobles, opponents, and fanatics will quickly gather around this Woten, and there will be a civil war. It is inevitable! Now that the wind of magic is very unstable, another civil war? Charlemagne will not forgive all this!"

"I know very well what will happen." Alfred whispered: "I have told Wo Teng to keep him low-key. There will be a very powerful champion warrior in the smirk village, but there is not a single war god. ."

"You blocked the news?" Vicma turned his head abruptly.

"It was Watten who voluntarily blocked the news." Alfred was puzzled by this: "This is what he said. He said that the time is not good."

"This, this is not like the level a blacksmith's son should have." The great priest's face became more and more ugly.

The empire is undoubtedly the most advanced in the old world in terms of civilian promotion and education (even if Ryan reforms vigorously, it is impossible to catch up in a short time), especially in the culturally civilized south of the empire, it is not particularly difficult for self-cultivators to get basic education. They can send their children to study in cities and towns or send them to churches to learn basic knowledge. Of course, they can also enlist their children in the army. They will also have the opportunity to get an education if they make military exploits and are promoted to junior officers.

Among them, the indispensable artisans among the common people are typically like the sons of blacksmith families like Watten. They are easily educated, and even the children of some excellent blacksmiths can directly start as knights.

However, even so, the great priest also deeply understood that there is no reason for Wo Teng to possess such political acumen and wisdom!

Is he really the reincarnation of Charlemagne?

But... if it is really a reincarnation, why are there no signs and oracles? !

"Don't let outsiders know about this." After thinking for a while, the great priest looked very serious: "Apart from you, who else knows that he has a twin-tailed comet birthmark on his chest?"

"The whole village, people from a few nearby villages, and a lot of people who come here admiringly."

"...Very good." The words of the great priest were confusing: "If necessary."

…………I have a necessary dividing line…………

Of course, the intelligence on the large-scale military operations carried out by the Justice Church on the side of the Empire cannot be concealed from Ryan's side, but Ryan currently has no reason to interfere or participate without an invitation or permission. In addition to continuing to order to pay close attention to this matter, There is no other way.

Of course, Ryan was not idle either. Soon after Alfred left, he personally brought Su Liya to Moussilon and inspected the Moussilon Industrial Zone.

After many years of hard work, Moussilon has become an area with relatively complete industrial categories and semi-industrialization, especially in Moussilon City, where many factories are in full swing and production, in addition to war machines, many civilian factories are also Started production of daily necessities.

When Ryan's private visit arrived, Beria, the political commissar of the 1st Guards Lancer Corps, happened to be patrolling the factory area. He also brought his little maid Khorkina. After seeing Ryan, Beria was surprised at first, and then It's ecstasy.

He has nothing to do all day to patrol the factory area. Isn't there a very important reason why he wants Ryan to see that he is doing things seriously?

Happiness is knocking on the door! Beria quickly seized the opportunity to introduce the recent situation of the Musilon Armory to the Knight King.

However, Ryan knew everything about the military factory. The Knight King just smiled and listened to Beria's introduction, while silently comparing Beria's mouth with the real situation he knew.

After Beria’s introduction, Ryan was noncommittal, but said to Beria: “I heard that there is a famous food street in the factory, Beriaqing, can you take me to see there and have dinner by the way? ?"

"Of course, Your Majesty." Beria's eyes moved and bowed respectfully.

In the first half of this Ugol’s life, he had never encountered such an unpredictable and incomprehensible monarch. It seemed that no matter how Beria showed goodness, how flattering, how temptation, how the knight king thought. It's hard to figure it out. On the one hand, he always let Beria try, and on the other hand, he firmly controlled him with a collar and chain.

The food street in the Musilon factory area was established under the leadership of Beria. In essence, it standardizes and moves the wine houses, roadside stalls, small vendors and small shops that particularly like to open at the entrance of the factory to make money for the workers. Beria provided them with a certain amount of financial subsidies, so that the workers could come to the food street to spend a few copper coins to drink a glass of beer after work, and the two small dishes would brag together and then go home comfortably.

There are everything in the food street, such as seafood barbecue, noodles and porridge, bread and bacon set, hamburger pizza, hot pot and fried dumplings, and desserts and drinks. The prices are also cheap and the quality is guaranteed. Thanks to the workers It looked a little deserted before getting off work. Ryan took Suria's little hand and ordered two glasses of coconut juice at a store, and smiled at his wife: "It's a pity that Mojianna won't come."

"Morgiana doesn't like the factory environment." Su Liya held a big coconut in her hand, and the female knight was interested in tasting the past with Ryan's family: "Beria, doing a good job, why do you have this? Kind of idea?"

"I think the workers, especially the researchers who work very hard, deserve some benefits, not only to have enough food, but also to eat well." With Su Liya's approval, Beria was ecstatic again, and he went directly on one knee. Kneeled down and said seriously: "Your Majesty said that we must provide workers with enthusiasm and happiness in many ways. On the one hand, we must establish an assessment and evaluation system. On the other hand, we must provide appropriate benefits. We must encourage competition, but we cannot completely Let it go."

"Hehehe, you still have a lot of ideas!" Ryan smiled and nodded: "I really don't know how to evaluate you, Beria, you are a Ugol archer, but you are more than a soldier. Like a bureaucrat, I made you a military civilian, but you like to run to the factory all day long."

"I am a brick of your majesty, and move it wherever you need it!" Beria was very flattering.

"Okay, get up." Ryan was holding a box of fried chicken nuggets in his hand. The golden chicken nuggets were filled with salad sauce. The king of knight motioned to Beria to get up: "You have done a good job of this. I really want you to do it, like Talleyrand I dare not let him be responsible for this kind of thing."

Beria did not dare to answer this sentence. He took it and offended Talleyrand, the big red man, but he did not take it and offended Ryan. The Ugolls immediately changed the subject: "Your Majesty appeared suddenly, but there are important matters to deal with? I need me. Arrange for the engineer of Sergo and the engineer of Dugan-Tiehan to come out?"

"Not for the time being." Ryan shook his head: "I came to Moussilon this time to meet a good brother. Since I have met you, then you can join me to the dock to meet him in the evening!"

"Yes!" Beria still had doubts, but didn't dare to ask more.

"Don't be so nervous, Beria, for you, he is an old acquaintance too!" Su Liya saw Beria's doubts, and the queen said with a chuckle: "Make sure you won't feel unfamiliar at all. "

Not unfamiliar at all? Beria was thinking about it.

However, in the evening, the knight King Lane personally led the old guards and many of the Musilon nobles, including the Ugol Army of Beria, waiting for several booming dwarf warships on the Musilon dock, Beria Only then discovered that this distinguished guest is indeed no stranger.

The hatch opened wide, with the Hammer of Angland at his waist, and a shield of resistance on his back, wearing an ancestral master rune iron plate armor, and leading a large group of Anglande's pledge to guard the Bafeng Mountain. Wang, Bellega-Hammer happily slid directly down the gangway, and stretched out his hands towards the Knight King and his wife from afar: "Oh! Brother Ryan! Mrs. Suria, last time, please don’t come here unharmed. , Hahahaha~ My Belega-Hammer is back!"

"Welcome to the true king of Bafeng Mountain, Belega-Hammer!" A grand welcoming ceremony was held on the pier.

After many years, Belga, the king of Bafeng Mountain, officially launched a state visit to the Knight Kingdom for several months!

In Bellegar's place, Ryan heard a rather special news.

"What? The high elves of Osuan plan to initiate the second round of peace talks with the Supreme King of the Eternal Peak? They also plan to send the next eternal queen, Elissa, as a diplomatic envoy?"

"Ira Ruili, the eternal queen, was actually willing?"